"It's not," she said, forcing the words to come out instead of a torrent of petulant tears.

"He doesn't- owe me anything, he isn't obligated to, to feel anything for me at all, it's just." She told herself they were petulant. They were just the reaction to her being frustrated at not being able to have something she wanted. She told herself that because it was less self indulgent than thinking about being something like heartbroken.

"Um. Disappointing." She dragged the knuckle of her thumb across one eye than the other.

"And he cares about me, he wasn't trying to hurt me or anything. It's just. Um. I'm still-" She pulled in and let out a shaky breath and didn't say In love with him.

"And he- isn't. So. I'll just. Deal with it."